User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Sharpe's Highwaybeasts/@comment-32303-20121026091218/@comment-25220117-20121027160131

''The damp caves soon became lower as time wore on, light occasionally poking through the darkness. A shined weasel skull was found in a corner of the great tunnel, as well as a beaten leather flask half subermerged in a puddle of rainwater, insects scattering across it as the flame fell upon it. A little while later the winding tunnel transformed into a large, open room. Rotting wooden bunks infested with insect colonies lay along smooth dirt walls covered in ancient grafitti. A rusting swordblade was thrust into the dirt in the center of the room, its handle long wasted away. Sharpe studied the room thoughtfully, the shadows of the torch dancing along the walls'' "Heh, must be the barracks. Thank the blinkin' stars we're not vermin, eh?"